After any other evening out, by now Nick and I would have been wrapped in the afterglow of wine and dancing, undressing together and slipping into bed for some sleepy love-making. But tonight wasn’t like that. As I began to undress he made for the bathroom, when he returned he got straight into bed, and…
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